Chapter 38
Thirty-Eight
Eloise
We arrive back at the condo after camping, and I have to admit, the whole roughing it thing grew on me. Conor tosses the pile of mail we grabbed from the box on the breakfast bar.
“That’s a lot of mail.” It looks as though he probably hasn’t checked it in at least a week.
“I always forget to grab it.” He chuckles.
“I’m going to shower,” I say, walking toward my bedroom.
I’m not even at my bedroom door before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to his chest. “We’re showering together. I’ve had to have silent sex all weekend, and I want to hear you this time.”
I giggle, and my feet lift off the floor as he carries me through the bedroom door. “Do you ever get enough?” I’m joking because I’m certainly not complaining.
“Your room or mine?” He ignores my question, walking us farther into my room.
“Well, you clearly made the decision.”
“Shower in yours, sleep in mine,” he says, setting my feet on the floor and immediately lifting the hem of my T-shirt.
“Why sleep in yours? Don’t want to sleep under a flowered comforter?”
His hands continue their exploration, my T-shirt traveling north until I have no choice but to lift my arms. He sheds it from me and, without missing a beat, unhooks my bra. “Bring the comforter if you want, but I’ve been wanting you in my bed since the night we met.”
He reaches around and unbuttons my shorts.
“Shouldn’t you be heating up the water?” I ask.
He lowers the zipper, pushing the fabric off my hips. I step out of my shorts, and he slinks his hand past the elastic waistband of my panties, his finger sliding from my clit to my opening and back again.
“Stay wet for me.” Then he’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, he’s already naked. “Your shower smells like you. It got me hard.”
His wicked smile is so damn sexy. This man has me smiling like a fool.
“I’m pretty sure you were already hard.” I close the distance, and Conor hooks me around the waist and pulls me into him.
“I’m always hard around you.” He kisses the nape of my neck. “Let me get you nice and clean… before I dirty you back up again.”
He takes me by the hand, opening the shower door. The water is nice and warm, and steam rises around us.
“Oh, this feels nice.” I hum in approval. “Not that I’m complaining about the conditions of the campground. I love my shower shoes and having to press a button over and over again to get the water to stay on.”
He nudges me under the stream of the water. “So, camping is a one-and-done, huh?”
I tip my head under the water, and the scent of campfire smoke fills the steamy air surrounding us. “Well, I will say that I liked the tent sex more than I thought I would. If you can figure out a way to get a bathroom like this next to our campsite, I’m game.”
He chuckles, his hard length pushing against my stomach as he leans forward and runs his hands down my hair. “I’d build it for you. Turn around.”
I circle around, giving him my back, and I hear the squirt of the shampoo bottle. His fingers work it into a lather in my hair, my scalp needy for more of his massage. “Your fingers are magical.”
“I know. You’re a lucky girl,” he says in a low voice.
“That I am.”
This is what I’ve always wanted. Sure, Conor knows his way around a woman’s body and could probably get me off by just looking at me the right way, but it’s this connection I feel with him that I’ve always wanted to experience. This ease of being with him and how we can joke around. That instead of taking showers separately, he initiated us having one together because he wants to spend more time with me. That all means more to me than anything he could ever buy me.
He pats my ass when he’s done lathering me up.
I giggle like the schoolgirl he makes me feel like, and I tilt my head back to get rid of the shampoo. He steps closer and runs his hands down my hair.
“Something is poking me.” I wedge my hand between us and grip his length. “Oh, what’s this?’
“If you keep touching him, you’re going to find out.”
I slide my palm up and down his shaft. “I’ll play that game. How long before you’re thrusting into my hand?”
He steps away, and my hand slides off him. “You’re a dirty girl. I’m trying to be a good boy here.” I hear him grab something off the shelf. “This next?”
I look over my shoulder and see that he’s holding my conditioner. “Definitely after this weekend.”
He squirts it into his palm, and I step out from the stream of water, allowing him space to run it through my strands with his fingers.
“Now.” I grip his shoulders and turn him toward the water. “Your turn while my conditioner sets in.”
I grab the shampoo, and the same smell of campfire smoke seeps out when the water hits his hair.
“Is my sister being nice to you?” he asks.
“A lot nicer than I hear you were to Rowan when they got together.”
He straightens his neck to look at me. “It’s hard. She’s my baby sister, and hockey players aren’t always as good to their girlfriends as Rowan is.”
I poke him in the stomach. “And you? What kind of hockey player are you?”
I’m not worried. Conor is pretty straightforward with how he feels for me. And he’s always touching me. But at the same time, he’s not taking pictures of us and posting them online like Rowan and Henry. I know it’s early for us, and most of his social media is his endorsements and him working out with the guys, so I try not to read into it too much.
“I’m a one-woman hockey player if that’s what you’re asking.”
I urge him to tip his head back, and the shampoo runs out of his hair under the water. “I wasn’t.” My voice comes out a little more defensive than I intended.
He stands straight, taking me by the shoulders so we switch places, and again I’m under the stream of the water. “You were though, no?”
“The season is about to start. Things will be different.” I’ve tried not to give it too much thought, how things might shift between us once a good portion of his day is dedicated to his career.
Conor takes my loofah and pumps some body wash onto it. “This is the part I’ve been looking forward to.” He watches as he runs the soap-filled loofah along my skin. “It’s not going to be easy, but I’ll do everything I can to reassure you that when I’m away, you’re still top of mind.”
“Then you won’t win the Cup.” The last thing I want is to be a distraction to him getting where he wants with his career. He’s worked too hard for too many years.
“Let me worry about that. You just be naked or in sexy lingerie when I get home.” He keeps me under the cascade of water.
Once I’m rinsed off, I take the loofah and wash him, giving his dick some extra attention. I don’t mention the season or what’s in front of us because I don’t want to spend energy worrying and being anxious about problems that may or may not present themselves. I want to take life as it comes and enjoy our path that I hope leads to love. At least for tonight, we’re going to keep it fun.
We finish showering, and I’m surprised he never tried to make a move. Not even a kiss.
He opens the shower door and grabs a plush towel from under the cabinet and wraps it around me. “I think I deserve a reward.”
“Let me guess, you want a blow job for not even feeling me up?”
He chuckles. “No.” He pulls another towel out and dries himself before wrapping it around his waist. “I’m hijacking your pillow. You can find it in your new bed.” He shoots me a mischievous smile and walks out of the room. “But if you’d rather give me a blow job, no complaints.”
I watch him pick up my pillow off the bed and walk out of my bedroom.
“Hurry because I want sushi and then you.” He spins around. “Actually, maybe sushi on you?”
I don’t answer or give him a reaction, just a smile, and he winks before disappearing from the room.
Going back into the bathroom, I get my hair wrap and twist my dripping hair up into it. Then I dry myself off and grab my lotion.
With Tristan, this is one of those times I would have just gotten dressed and waited for him to tell me what he wanted to do, but Conor isn’t Tristan. So, I take the lotion bottle and pad to his bedroom. He still has his towel on, and he’s looking at his phone.
I lean my shoulder on the doorframe and wiggle the body lotion in the air. “You forgot the next step. You have to lotion me.”
He tosses the phone on his bed and grabs the bottle from me. “Welcome to the Nilsen massage parlor, where we guarantee a happy ending with every massage.”
Jeez. This man has me wrapped around his finger.